I believe if I had to go down-town and step inside that office door
I'd fall down on the floor, deathly sick. You talk about a 'month's
vacation'--and I get just as sick. I'm rattled--I can't plan--I
haven't got any plans--can't make any, except to take my girl and get
just as far away from that office as I can--and stay. We're going to
Japan first, and if we--"
His father rustled the paper. "I said good-by, Roscoe."
"Good-by," said Roscoe, listlessly.
CHAPTER XXIV
Sheridan waited until he heard the sound of the outer door closing;
then he rose and pushed a tiny disk set in the wall. Jackson
appeared.
"Has Bibbs got home from work?"
"Mist' Bibbs? No, suh."
"Tell him I want to see him, soon as he comes."
"Yessuh."
Sheridan returned to his chair and fixed his attention fiercely upon
the newspaper. He found it difficult to pursue the items beyond
their explanatory rubrics--there was nothing unusual or startling to
concentrate his attention:
"Motorman Puts Blame on Brakes. Three Killed when Car Slides."
"Burglars Make Big Haul."
"Board Works Approve Big Car-line Extension."
"Hold-up Men Injure Two. Man Found in Alley, Skull Fractured.
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